Brief Encounter
Who the fuck would refuse Jack Barakat?
"Jaaaack."
Alex's voice was low and breathy and fucking needy. But really, when he had a horny Jack sucking on the sensitive skin behind his ear and pulling on his hair, who could blame him?
"Jack, fucking hell."
He felt Jack grin against his neck, his teeth brushing his skin lightly. Jack currently had him pressed up against a wall in their bus, and quite honestly, all Alex could comprehend was Jack's hot breath and wet tongue against his neck, the one hand he had in his hair and the other on his hip, and especially the way Jack's hips were grinding hard against his.
The rest of the band and crew were out drinking at whatever pub they'd managed to sniff out, but Jack and Alex had stayed behind: Jack claimed he felt sick (when really he'd just needed to whack one out), and Alex just didn't feel like being fawned over all night long. So Jack, being Jack, had figured: why use your imagination when there's an even better reality in front of you?
And Alex, being Alex, hadn't refused, because who the fuck would refuse Jack Barakat?
"Alex, I want you so fucking bad."
Jack's breath ghosted over Alex's ear, sending shivers down his spine and straight to his cock, which was already half-hard anyway. Alex whined, pushing his hips against Jack's roughly. Jack's hands moved to the hem of Alex's shirt, and Alex's arms moved up before he'd even begun pulling it up. Jack grinned and peeled it off, immediately latching onto Alex's clavicle and making the older boy moan and wind his hands into his hair.
Jack moved down Alex's body, placing gentle kisses all over his chest and stomach. Alex's breath hitched as Jack popped the button on his jeans, and within seconds Alex was stepping out of them and kicking them down the bus. Jack gazed up at Alex, smirking devilishly as he rubbed his obvious erection through his boxers, and Alex's eyes fluttered shut. Jack leant forward and pressed a chaste kiss to the bulge, earning himself a frustrated moan.
"For fuck's sake, Jack!"
Jack considered teasing the boy a little more, but his own throbbing cock had him pulling Alex out of his boxers and into his mouth instead. Alex hissed at the sudden contact, but Jack wasted no time in going slowly, and he immediately took him as far down his throat as he could manage – which, given Jack's non-existent gag reflex thanks to plenty of, ahem,practice, was pretty fucking far.
Alex groaned out a string of expletives, his voice growing weaker as Jack's mouth started sliding over him and his tongue started doing things that should really be illegal. After a few more displays of Jack's impressive deep-throating skills, Alex was already feeling himself on the edge.
"Jack, fuck, I'm gonna fucking come."
Jack's mouth pulled off, but only for long enough to mutter "Come in my mouth", and Alex's whine turned into a moan as Jack's warm mouth closed around his achingly hard cock again. Jack was moving twice as fast and sucking twice as hard, and Alex was moaning like a porn star and coming in less than a minute. Jack took him down again and swallowed just as he was coming down from his high, sending a flash of heat through him that made his whole body twitch.
With a contented hum Jack stood back up, and Alex immediately pulled him into a kiss. The taste of his own jizz really shouldn't turn him on so much, but Alex just couldn't help it. He reached down and palmed Jack's frighteningly hard crotch, and he was pulling his own boxers back up and sinking to his knees before Jack knew what was going on.
Alex didn't bother teasing Jack: at this point, it would just be too cruel. Instead, he just pulled his jeans and boxers off in one go, spat on his hand and wrapped it around Jack's cock. Jack moaned appreciatively, his hand weaving into Alex's hair and pulling roughly (Alex may or may not have let it slip that having his hair pulled was a major turn-on). After a few quick pumps, Alex closed his mouth around Jack's dick and sucked hard. He licked a stripe along the vein on his underside, swirled his tongue around the tip, then sunk down until his nose was pushed against Jack's stomach, and Jack was a fucking mess. Alex pulled off then, ignoring Jack's pitiful whine and going back to wanking him quickly.
"Tell me when you're about to come, okay?"
Jack nodded, frowning in confusion but not having enough breath to ask. Alex bit his lip and pushed his hair back.
"I want you to come on my face."
Jack moaned at Alex's words, not least because his voice had gone all low and sexy again. And speaking of low and sexy… Alex's mouth was firmly around Jack's cock once again, making Jack moan even more loudly. His hips bucked involuntarily, and Alex made a choking sound that had Jack spiralling towards the edge at an alarming speed. Alex felt Jack tense up, and he smirked as best he could with a dick in his mouth before deep throating Jack again, not bothering to stop himself choking. Jack groaned long and loud.
"Alex, fuck, I'm gonna … uh-"
Alex pulled back again, and it only took two quick jerks of his wrist before Jack was throwing his head back and coming over Alex's face. They moaned in unison. Alex raised himself to stand in front of Jack, their eyes locking as Alex swiped a finger across his cheek and licked it clean. Jack made a noise low in his throat, and a strong hand reached around Alex's neck and pulled him in for a hungry kiss.
They pulled away, and Jack took a moment to appreciate how fucking hot Alex looked with a fresh load of cum on his face before smirking sexily and leaning in to lick Alex's face clean.
"Mmm. I don't taste so bad."
Alex chuckled. "A taste I could get used to."
It was Jack's turn to chuckle. He pushed Alex's hair back into place, smoothing it down almost lovingly.
"We can make that happen."
Alex's voice was low and breathy and fucking needy. But really, when he had a horny Jack sucking on the sensitive skin behind his ear and pulling on his hair, who could blame him?
"Jack, fucking hell."
He felt Jack grin against his neck, his teeth brushing his skin lightly. Jack currently had him pressed up against a wall in their bus, and quite honestly, all Alex could comprehend was Jack's hot breath and wet tongue against his neck, the one hand he had in his hair and the other on his hip, and especially the way Jack's hips were grinding hard against his.
The rest of the band and crew were out drinking at whatever pub they'd managed to sniff out, but Jack and Alex had stayed behind: Jack claimed he felt sick (when really he'd just needed to whack one out), and Alex just didn't feel like being fawned over all night long. So Jack, being Jack, had figured: why use your imagination when there's an even better reality in front of you?
And Alex, being Alex, hadn't refused, because who the fuck would refuse Jack Barakat?
"Alex, I want you so fucking bad."
Jack's breath ghosted over Alex's ear, sending shivers down his spine and straight to his cock, which was already half-hard anyway. Alex whined, pushing his hips against Jack's roughly. Jack's hands moved to the hem of Alex's shirt, and Alex's arms moved up before he'd even begun pulling it up. Jack grinned and peeled it off, immediately latching onto Alex's clavicle and making the older boy moan and wind his hands into his hair.
Jack moved down Alex's body, placing gentle kisses all over his chest and stomach. Alex's breath hitched as Jack popped the button on his jeans, and within seconds Alex was stepping out of them and kicking them down the bus. Jack gazed up at Alex, smirking devilishly as he rubbed his obvious erection through his boxers, and Alex's eyes fluttered shut. Jack leant forward and pressed a chaste kiss to the bulge, earning himself a frustrated moan.
"For fuck's sake, Jack!"
Jack considered teasing the boy a little more, but his own throbbing cock had him pulling Alex out of his boxers and into his mouth instead. Alex hissed at the sudden contact, but Jack wasted no time in going slowly, and he immediately took him as far down his throat as he could manage – which, given Jack's non-existent gag reflex thanks to plenty of, ahem,practice, was pretty fucking far.
Alex groaned out a string of expletives, his voice growing weaker as Jack's mouth started sliding over him and his tongue started doing things that should really be illegal. After a few more displays of Jack's impressive deep-throating skills, Alex was already feeling himself on the edge.
"Jack, fuck, I'm gonna fucking come."
Jack's mouth pulled off, but only for long enough to mutter "Come in my mouth", and Alex's whine turned into a moan as Jack's warm mouth closed around his achingly hard cock again. Jack was moving twice as fast and sucking twice as hard, and Alex was moaning like a porn star and coming in less than a minute. Jack took him down again and swallowed just as he was coming down from his high, sending a flash of heat through him that made his whole body twitch.
With a contented hum Jack stood back up, and Alex immediately pulled him into a kiss. The taste of his own jizz really shouldn't turn him on so much, but Alex just couldn't help it. He reached down and palmed Jack's frighteningly hard crotch, and he was pulling his own boxers back up and sinking to his knees before Jack knew what was going on.
Alex didn't bother teasing Jack: at this point, it would just be too cruel. Instead, he just pulled his jeans and boxers off in one go, spat on his hand and wrapped it around Jack's cock. Jack moaned appreciatively, his hand weaving into Alex's hair and pulling roughly (Alex may or may not have let it slip that having his hair pulled was a major turn-on). After a few quick pumps, Alex closed his mouth around Jack's dick and sucked hard. He licked a stripe along the vein on his underside, swirled his tongue around the tip, then sunk down until his nose was pushed against Jack's stomach, and Jack was a fucking mess. Alex pulled off then, ignoring Jack's pitiful whine and going back to wanking him quickly.
"Tell me when you're about to come, okay?"
Jack nodded, frowning in confusion but not having enough breath to ask. Alex bit his lip and pushed his hair back.
"I want you to come on my face."
Jack moaned at Alex's words, not least because his voice had gone all low and sexy again. And speaking of low and sexy… Alex's mouth was firmly around Jack's cock once again, making Jack moan even more loudly. His hips bucked involuntarily, and Alex made a choking sound that had Jack spiralling towards the edge at an alarming speed. Alex felt Jack tense up, and he smirked as best he could with a dick in his mouth before deep throating Jack again, not bothering to stop himself choking. Jack groaned long and loud.
"Alex, fuck, I'm gonna … uh-"
Alex pulled back again, and it only took two quick jerks of his wrist before Jack was throwing his head back and coming over Alex's face. They moaned in unison. Alex raised himself to stand in front of Jack, their eyes locking as Alex swiped a finger across his cheek and licked it clean. Jack made a noise low in his throat, and a strong hand reached around Alex's neck and pulled him in for a hungry kiss.
They pulled away, and Jack took a moment to appreciate how fucking hot Alex looked with a fresh load of cum on his face before smirking sexily and leaning in to lick Alex's face clean.
"Mmm. I don't taste so bad."
Alex chuckled. "A taste I could get used to."
It was Jack's turn to chuckle. He pushed Alex's hair back into place, smoothing it down almost lovingly.
"We can make that happen."
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